(EDIT TO ORIGINAL POSTING: Sorry! I really didn't mean to post this so late but fanfic was being weird and not letting me upload anything! Anyways it's letting back into my stories now so please enjoy!)

Narufan4ev: Hey guys I'm back with chapter 4! Not much to say today so let's get right to the story!

It had been a couple weeks since he first arrived and Eragon was fully healed. But Eragon found himself once again panicking. He couldn't use his magic. He had even said Brisingr in his panic but the sword remained just as flameless as the previous second. Naturally he was concerned. He accosted Dumbledore the moment he walked through the door.

"I can't use magic!" Eragon said with growing alarm in his voice. He was a bit irked by the knowing smile Dumbledore gave him. "This isn't something to laugh about, Headmaster."

"Indeed but I have been thinking about that issue," he ignored Eragon's aggravated voice in favor of sitting at a nearby chair. "In Alagaësia there's an abundance of natural magic so wizards are quite capable of channeling the natural magic through themselves and out into their chosen medium. However here while there is magic within each witch and wizard it does not wholly surround. Therefore we need to channel it through our wands."

Here Dumbledore produced his wand from a fold in his voluminous robes and showed it to a slightly confused Eragon. "And within the core of each wand is the essence of a magical creature which amplifies our magic."

"What core does your wand have?" Eragon asked with growing curiosity as he eyed the wand. Dumbledore paused at the question and got an glazed look to his eyes.

"This particular wand has the core of a Thestral's tail hair," he said slowly. Eragon had briefly read an excerpt on Thestrals in one of the many books he was given. He shivered at the thought of them; what a terrible existence, to be only seen after one witnesses death. "A powerful and tricky substance only to be mastered by those who can face death."

There was a heavy silence that followed those words. But not a minute later the twinkle was back in Dumbledore's head and he continued on. "But back to the issue at hand. I've sent for a wand maker for you. If you want to use your magic during your stay it will be essential."

"Thank you," it was all he could think to say. There so many strange things about this… place he could hardly keep up. And everyone had been so kind and courteous to him even when he'd gone a bit over the top. "Really, thank you."

"No problem at all, my boy," Dumbledore said smiling that kind-hearted smile of his before he left robes billowing behind him.

A day later and Eragon found himself on the other end of a scrawny old man's piercing gaze. It was quite uncomfortable actually.

"Hmm…" Mr. Ollivander 'hmm-ing' for the past half hour he'd been there. Just standing there, saying 'hmm', and looking curiously at Eragon and said dragon rider was feeling a bit uneasy. Eragon was startled when Mr. Ollivander suddenly grabbed his arm and began measuring it. He was even more surprised when the measuring tape hovered in mid-air and continued to measure his arms. Mr. Ollivander was much too busy reaching into the bag he brought with him. "Yours is a special case indeed…"

"I'm not sure-" he stopped when a long box was produced from the bag and a wand was pulled out.

"Elm, 11 inches, core of a unicorn tail hair," the man quickly explained before handing it to Eragon. It sparked the instant it touched his fingers and was promptly yanked from his hand. "Nope, here try willow, 9 inches, hair of a Demiguise(1)."

This time a warm feeling tingled through his hands but began to burn him. He would've dropped the wand if Mr. Ollivander hadn't snatched it back in time. With a chuckle he pulled another box from his bag. "Why didn't I try this from the beginning?"

A long and light wand was pulled from the box and handed to him. Immediately he felt a sense of perfection in the way it fit in his grasp. "Beech, 12 inches, and heartstring of a Swedish Short-Snout. Yes, this is definitely the one for you."

"What's a Swedish Short-Snout?" Eragon questioned giving the wand a few light flicks of the wrist and smiling at the sparks that appeared.

"It's a breed of dragon of course, my boy," Mr. Ollivander said in good humor as he continued to pack the wands. Eragon nearly dropped his wand.

"Dragon?" He asked in amazement. "They're not extinct here as well?"

"Here? Ah, I nearly forgot of your upbringing in Alagaësia." Mr. Ollivander said idly. "So sad and quite a brilliant breed that land created. But I assure you my boy that here there are many different varieties of Dragon. A lot more than we can handle sometimes!"

As the older man let out a kind hearted laugh Eragon really thought about his words. More dragons! The thought was so foreign to Eragon he found himself laughing along with the other man. A very warm feeling of relief settled itself into his heart. Saphira wasn't alone after all…

He felt as light as a feather as he soared through the clouds on Saphira's back. They zigzagged, cutting through the clouds, twisting and turning as they saw fit. A loud and boisterous laugh broke across his lips as Saphira took an unexpected dip before swiftly turning upwards towards the sun. He could feel her own joy and happiness ringing out through their connection as she did two loop-dee-loops in a row before continuing to twirl through the clouds.

"I miss you, Saphira," he said nestling closer to her neck.

"What do you mean, Little One? We're together right now," she said back humorously through their connection.

"Haha, of course how silly of me," he laughed at his own silliness but still pulled himself closer to Saphira. "And we'll always be together."

He made sure to convey all of his happiness and sincerity through their connection and in response Saphira hummed beneath him. But the clouds around them began to get darker as they flew on. He couldn't help but feel uneasy as soon he couldn't see the sun.

"Saphira…" He wanted to get out of these dark, stifling clouds.

"Hmm, just a little further, Little One…" And she continued to fly on through even darker clouds. He clutched even tighter to Saphira's neck. He didn't like this one bit at all. But he could trust Saphira; trust her to always know the way…

But abruptly the clouds before them parted to reveal Murtagh and Thorn, a quite haggard and tired looking Murtagh and Thorn to be more precise. There was no flame in their eyes; in fact there wasn't much of anything in their eyes. They simply had a desolate and empty feeling about them.

"Eragon…" Murtagh's gravelly voice shot through him as the clouds around them swirled threatening to suffocate them all. "He's coming…"

Horrible fear cut through his happiness as in the distance he could hear pounding of flapping wings in the distance coming towards them…

Eragon woke up crying. Looking around to see the large dark hospital wing, more tears poured from his eyes.

Demiguise- a peaceful, herbivorous creature that can make itself invisible. It resembles an ape with large, black eyes and long, silky hair.

Narufan4ev- Well, I hope you enjoyed! And sorry for the wait I've been trying to figure out how exactly I'm putting together the story not to mention schools been tough lately. Anyways see ya and thanks for reading!